Suffering and Bloody Smiling #BokoHaram
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I remember when I was little and I watched all the bombings in Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan, I used to wonder how people still lived in those countries. And after watching one car explosion after another on CNN, I started asking my father why the countries weren’t empty.
In my head, I pictured all the war movies I had seen and I thought they were all lining up at the borders…fighting to get away as the whole country exploded behind them. But now I know better. I didn’t understand because I grew smarter, but because, well, I live it. Most days. Or every month at least.
Nigeria, my country, is now a place where bombings have become the routine. I remember the first time I heard about a bombing in Nigeria. I thought it was some sort kind of mistake and that it happened on the border or something like that, but definitely not Nigeria. I mean, the logic is that we love ourselves way too much to consider suicide.
Anyhow, we all wrote it off as some sort of fluke, those random unexplainable actions of a person or persons that was most likely not really Nigerian and that it would end as suddenly as it started. But it only got worse. Boko Haram went from a dreaded name, to a joke because that’s us, we kind of turn everything to a joke. I suppose jokes are easier to handle, especially for those of us that don’t live or work in the North or have family up there.
It was basically, just you all keep it right above the 1914 amalgamation line, and we’re all good. But it’s really not…all good!
I actually wonder what people think when they hear about Nigeria now. Will they know that we still go to school or work everyday as if nothing happened and no one declares mourning days for those blasts anymore? And that we live our lives quite normally and that things go on as if its all fun and games while our only reactions to the blasts would probably be a tweet or two with maybe a sad face smiley?
Yes, of course we’re all clamoring to leave, not as dramatically as I imagined as a child, but in an equally desperate way?
We’re all living in denial. It might be hard for us to reconcile our image of one people, great nation, beautiful Nigeria, blah blah with that of a war-torn middle-eastern country, but we’re quite close in my opinion, and if we’re not careful, we’ll get there…if we are not already there.
Truth is, we’re a lot like those countries. I mean there’s the rot, the corruption and of course the clueless leader the whole world, including us ridicules.
I was born in Kano State. I lived there till I was 11. My father is a Muslim and I have Muslim friends. This problem has gone beyond religion and states of origin. We have all simply stopped caring for our fellow humans. We have become numb and now simply shrug and move on. After all, we have our individual problems, Each person to his own. And if a group of people keep killing themselves or others somewhere, its their business. As far as its not people I know personally or in my backyard. Sounds good. But remember, one day, they’ll be through with the North, and they will cross that line. And then we’ll see how silent everyone will be.
So sit there and say stupid things like “If Nigeria no spoil, who go hammer.”
We all just have to say No. Together. Muslim, Christian, North and South. Rich and Poor. Both those that can afford to run out of the country when shit gets real, and those who can’t. Let’s be our brother’s keepers. Not just with prayers. We’ve prayed quite enough I think, now is the time to simply refuse to sit by, close our eyes and watch our fellow Nigerians get slaughtered.
I like Nigeria…I really want to be proud to be a Nigerian. Nigeria a nation filled with people who stand up for others despite their differences, people who can see past religion and petty ethnicity. People who can feel empathy. Not just numb, suffering and smiling people. Because it seems that’s what we do these days. Suffer and bloody smile about it.
Let’s stop smiling and start acting!
Article written by RED…
Approximately 20 years ago, RED crashed into planet Earth from Mars. She was meant to crash into yankee, but somehow ended up in Nigeria. She has no regrets being in Nigeria, but fights actively against the decay and rot in Nigeria especially in its Universities. To be honest, RED cannot really fight…cause she loves peace. So instead of fighting she writes and uses her words as a weapon to create change in Nigeria. And she won’t stop typing until…
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